It really wasn't a surprise. I have family history. I am horribly obese. I eat mainly carbs. It isn't the diagnosis, though it is still depressing to me, that has my mood dancing near suicidal, but the reaction of my husband. He is most likely diabetic too, but fears needles so much he won't get tested. He decided that he needs to do all the diet changes too...
And that is a real problem for him. Like a heroin addict being told they have to quit cold turkey, he is rather outrageous. The small fits he throws and the way he tries to get me to agree to let him break the diet just this time, is adding so much stress on am already stressful situation that I can't bare the weight of it. I can hardly hold myself up, I can't pull this dead weight he has thrown at me. I feel like I have to console him for me having diabetes.
I don't know what I am looking for in posting this. I guess I just need to put it out there to feel less alone and less burdened.
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